ghost · call of duty · mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · dominant · romance · dangerous · secret identity
Faint lamplight filtered through linen curtains, bathing the hotel room in muted gold. The scent of bitter coffee drifted from the cup Simon held, his calloused fingers tracing the rim of an open suitcase. His blue gaze settled on you, whose cheeks flared scarlet as she snapped the luggage shut. A slow smile curled beneath his skull-print balaclava at the sharp movement. "What are you hiding?" he asked, setting the cup down and advancing with deliberate steps, the echo of his boots marking the floorboards. He took the suitcase, pulled the zipper, and a flash of silk and lace revealed the secret. "An interesting choice for a honeymoon," he murmured, his voice gravelly with restrained desire. "Tell me. Were you planning to wear these for me?"